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rockie fresh – manuscript lyrics

[intro]
you got another backwood? (that sh-t good)

[verse 1]
n-ggas through all this complainin’ and b-tchin’
rockie ain’t playin’ the victim, i need a brand new whip
back on the road, i’m takin’ a trip
jesse white tumblers, i’m makin’ it flip (yeah)
i gotta stick to my script (yeah)
i am not one of the goofies, y’all n-ggas gotta salute me
and i say shoutout to shan, i gotta commemorate
shoutout to jackie, i gotta commemorate
funny how n-ggas want me to disintegrate
but i cross over and penetrate
crazy i innovate, sh-t that they imitate
n-ggas don’t wanna see me again, give ’em the news like cnn
life that we livin’ is not pretend
we gotta get it, this sh-t for real
put in the work, now we showin’ sk!lls
n-ggas wanna send shots, i’m a man of steel
n-ggas want me to win, i windmill
that means a n-gga gon’ really spin
i get that money and pay my friends
if you wan’ get a benz, and a bigger crib, this the m-n-script, let’s get it

[verse 2]
hot as sahara, hot as the desert (yeah)
this sh-t that i’m living is really a blessing (yeah)
i promise the devil be trying to test me (yeah)
back in the cl-ss, i’m teaching ’em lessons
n-ggas send shots, we converse with the weapons
n-ggas won’t talk, we put on the pressure
n-ggas want beef, put ’em on stretchers (yeah)
we tryna keep this sh-t chill, n-ggas be talkin’ not keepin’ it real
middle fingers up, it’s f-ck how they feel
they playin’ the h-rns, we back in the building
they playin’ the h-rns, we back in the building
my people hungry, i got ’em a meal
wine ’em and dine ’em, then pick up a bill (yeah, yeah)
ayy, funny how they wanna see us struggle
they don’t know struggle created the hustle
b-tches be mad i got no time to cuddle
i stay on my bag, i stay outta trouble
so f-ck with a winner now, i move with a different style
i ship ’em then get ’em out, i’m back on a different route
got so much money it’s harder to keep the count
i remember sittin’ on my mama couch, i was really out here tryna blow an ounce
n-gga tryna move his life along, couldn’t understand my life at home
so i had to get it on the road, got money never sold my soul
i can tell that she down to vote, the way that she been runnin’ to my pole
pushin’ b-ttons like it’s a remote, i got everything in control
and my lane just like i bowl, knockin’ down every single pin
i shoot this movie with a different lens, cut some scenes with a couple friends
i’m just tryna get presidents, n-ggas lyin’ say i’m sellin’ sh-t
oh that’s right, you fresh, n-gga, you know that n-gga ain’t sellin’ sh-t
i keep it corporate with deals, i need a crib in the hills
my b-tches pull up with flowers, then they get work for hours
i put in work for days, that’s why they be peepin’ my place
shawty gettin’ on her knees, you would think it’s time to pray

- rockie fresh lyrics

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